There are a lot of traces of scorpions crawling here, and it is obviously a place where the Flame Crystal Emperor Scorpion often hangs out.
Chris lowered his body slightly and stared at the skeleton.
It must have been dead for a long time, and the energy in the dragon core is almost exhausted.
The Flame Crystal Emperor Scorpion probably grew by absorbing the energy of the dragon core.
Chris grabbed the dragon core in the skeleton's chest and felt a warm feeling in his palm.
He couldn't understand why a ninth-level fire dragon died here, and he died in human form.
At this moment, the dragon core in his hand suddenly shot out a red beam of light, which fell into the air and turned into a somewhat illusory dragon-shaped light and shadow.
Guangying's body length is only about one and a half meters, and he looks petite and exquisite, like a pocket version of a fire dragon.
After it appeared, scorching high temperatures rushed in, causing the temperature in the cave to rise by dozens of degrees.
The dragon-shaped shadow's eyes fell on Chris, and he immediately showed an angry look.
"Caesar, die!"
Full of anger, it rushed over with its teeth and claws bared.
Chris didn't expect such a scene to happen. Why would he want to kill someone when they just met?
The dragon roar automatically flew out of the space ring and slashed towards the dragon shadow.
After the baptism of time, the guy has long lost consciousness, leaving only a trace of instinct. It will not dodge the attacks.
"laugh!"
The dragon roar easily chopped the dragon-shaped shadow into pieces, turning it into red energy lines.
But soon, those red threads intertwined together again and recombined into light and shadow, but it was more illusory than before.
It still had a strong aura of violence, waving its claws and rushing towards him, as if it would not stop until it tore Chris apart.
The dragon's roar swept across and cut the phantom in half.
No matter how powerful it was in life, now it is just a fragile remnant soul.
The dragon-shaped shadow was stirred into a strong fire element, which could no longer be condensed.
The light on the surface of the dragon core became much dimmer, and there was not much energy left inside.
Chris took out the skeleton and threw it aside casually. Several bones were immediately broken.
Chris stuck his head into the sarcophagus to see if there were any valuable burial objects.
The coffin wall feels very smooth, a bit like glass, and is only about one meter deep, so you can see through it at a glance.
Chris was destined to be disappointed. There was only a rusty fire fork at the bottom of the coffin. The handle was inlaid with two red gemstones the size of fingernails. Perhaps it had been too long and it broke when touched by the hand.
Come to think of it, this should be the weapon that the fire dragon used when he was alive.
Apart from getting a dragon core with little energy, there was no other gain from this trip.
A bit of a loss.
Chris stared at the skeleton that fell to the ground, rubbed his chin with his hands, and thought: "Who is this guy? Why did he have such a big grudge with Caesar? How did he die here?"
It seems that apart from the Hell Demon Dragon and his ex-fiancée Lianrong, I have never heard of Holy Dragon Caesar having any other enemies.
Could it be that the guy in front of me is a subordinate of the Hell Demon Dragon?
This is the only possibility, but because his status and strength are too low, no deeds have been passed down.
"Hmph!" Chris stood on the skeleton and stepped on it several times, whipping the corpse and trampling it to pieces.
It wasn't until only a ball of red powder was left on the ground that Chris walked away.
The energy contained in the dragon core is not much, so there is no need to consume all the demon fighting energy in the body before taking it.
Chris swallowed it in one gulp, and a stream of heat appeared in his stomach, which was warm and strengthening his body.
My ears seemed to hear the roar of an unwilling dragon, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything.
Chris did not stay any longer. He flew upward along the passage and soon arrived at the entrance of the cave.
After walking out of the cave, he saw Jonathan's waiting figure in the distance, so he flapped his wings and flew over.
"Your Majesty!" Jonathan rushed to greet him, "Have you discovered anything?"
"There is nothing in it, neither the scorpion's kind nor the descendants it has produced. Just go and mine the rock flame powder with peace of mind."
"yes!"
After explaining the matter, Chris stretched out and looked up at the top of the mountain.
Do you want to go to the volcano crater?
As soon as this idea appeared in my mind, I couldn't get rid of it.
Since we have come all the way here, we can’t come in vain.
Chris transformed into a red explosive dragon and flew towards the top of the mountain.
Jonathan looked at his leaving back and sighed in his heart, he is indeed your Majesty.
Five minutes later, Chris arrived at the crater.
The diameter of the crater is about five kilometers, and scorching heat radiates from the interior of the mountain, which can easily evaporate ordinary knights.
Chris lowered his head and looked inside. He could see the flowing viscous lava, and the red light was so bright that it made it difficult to open his eyes.
But being in this environment made him feel very comfortable.
No wonder the fire dragon wants to bury himself here after death, he really enjoys it.
A strong desire arose in Chris' mind: How about taking a bath in the lava?
He did what he thought of and jumped down from the crater, flapping his wings slightly to allow him to land slowly.
The temperature got higher as he went down, giving Chris the feeling of entering a sauna.
The magma rolled and flowed, popping bubbles one after another.
When Chris reached the bottom, he did not jump in rashly, but tentatively inserted his feet into the magma.
It's hot, but not unbearable.
Chris took his foot out again and there were no signs of injury.
He felt relieved and the whole dragon jumped into the magma, as if he were soaking in a hot spring, feeling indescribably comfortable all over his body.
Chris lay on his back, letting himself float on the surface of the magma, with all his limbs and tail exposed.
Spreading his hands casually, there is extremely rich fire element gathered in the palm, containing terrifying power.
In such an environment, it would be easy for Chris to defeat a ninth-level warrior.
The scales on the body surface are thicker, and one can clearly feel that there is some special energy in the magma that is pouring into his body, amplifying his body.
Chris' eyes brightened: "Why didn't my ancestors tell me that bathing in lava has such benefits?"
He crossed his legs, rested his head on his arms, and enjoyed the lava bath comfortably.
Unconsciously, Chris fell into a deep sleep.
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The familiar feeling of drowning came, accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation.
Chris thought he was sinking into the magma, so he flopped around wildly.
But soon he realized that he seemed to be in a dream again.
There was boundless darkness in front of him, with only scattered starlight around him.
"I" holds a prey in its mouth and runs quickly through the jungle.